The Scene: Rush hour on a Brooklyn-bound N train, Canal Street station.
The Players: Hundreds upon hundreds of scowling commuters, all speaking different languages.
The Plot: Suddenly, as if of one mind, the angry masses part to let through a petite woman staggering under several winter layers and a similarly layered wide-eyed baby strapped to her chest in a Baby Bjorn. Smiling, the people carefully step aside, allowing her to take the one vacant seat in the car, no one even eyeing it greedily.
Thank you, thank you. Don't mind if I do.
OK, that sounds miraculous. I actually had to ASK for seats on the "Q" when I was hugely pregnant. Glad you were on a train with considerate people.
Posted by: Sandie | January 22, 2004 at 12:52 PM